What's Bothering You?

I am in receipt of all of my W2's for 2008. I think I seriously underpaid my quarterly taxes and I know I have huge write-offs, but I still think I'm screwed and that I'm going to have to break into my "Get-the-hell-out-of-this-apt-buy-a-townhouse" fund. I want to write the IRS and ask for a "bailout." I mean, they bailed out the bankers that caused this mess! Bail me out.

I have a hole in my hand from where I cut myself two night ago. It's still bleeding a little. Yeah, I think I need a few stitches. I should be running to the hospital putting the insurance I pay for out-of-pocket to use (since, um, I haven't used it once) but I'm lazy. It's probably fine. Well...And about insurance: I know I don't work at an office FT, but I do work FT. I should not have to pay for insurance. There should be insurance for freelance people--the kind you get at an office job. The FREE kind with $5 co-pays! There is no medium. You either have a job with benefits or you qualify for state aid. What about the freelance people? Health insurance for my lil family is a BIG expense. Grrr.

No matter how much I Swifter, vacuum, sweep (clean on my hands and knees) there is salt from outside inside. I even take my shoes off before I step inside.* Gawd!*4. I don't have a washer and dryer in my unit--and I have a toddler. I need a babysitter to watch JD so I can do laundry. Annoying. My American Dream involves a washer and dryer--even if they are in a rental.

I'm over winter. I used to love winter. I'm a winter baby. I hate winter now. My toddler needs to run around in the grass and get his energy out!

I've been surface cleaning my bathroom for way too long. It's time to...clean it. I would rather have a cavity filled.

There are toys all over my apt. Even in my closet. Yes, I have a toy chest and a specific toy closet. My apt looks like someone shot toys out of the sky and they landed, perfectly dotted throughout my place.

I was really excited to buy a pint of Ciao Bella strawberry gelato from this fancy wine store in my town. I planned on eating the entire thing while watching Gossip Girl and rolling my eyes at The City on Monday night. Well, it was frost-bitten. Freezer burned. Growing with furry ice when I opened it. The whole thing, not just the top layer. Sigh. I was too pissed to bring it back and reclaim my five bucks, too. I tossed it.

JD knows how to turn the TV on. It makes me feel really bad. I swear I let him watch like an hr total a day: Jack's Big music Show and Penis Man. Sometimes we swap Penis Man for Pinky Dinky Doo. Still, he knows what's up. I literally caught him holding the clicker backwards to the TV. Bad Mom moment. Should I throw my television out?

I want the ability to go back in time...and hang out with my deceased golden retriever Brandy. She was simple and loving and excellent company. Life was easy then. Now I'm tearing up. Man, I miss her.

What's bugging you?

Pssst, Something that distracts me from all that stuff? My awesome Keurig Mini Coffee Maker. I bought it for myself this past weekend. It makes me really happy (which worries me a little). But whatever, this coffee machine is like a rocket ship. It lights up. It makes hot cocoa and tea--and when it's brewing coffee it makes this* crinkle-crinkle-shhhhhhh-grrrrlllllll* noise and JD claps his hands and squeals: "Yeah!"

And another thing, George couldn't believe how big JD was. He was eating a slice of pizza and JD handed him a napkin, saying, "Here!" Gush! George said he considers JD a baby because of the photo on his iPhone from JD's Christening. Look, GF Carlo and JD are making the same face: